Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.